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Random Jack (Unexpected Coffee)
Jul. 25th, 2008 05:33 pmIt's an icy winter morning, and Ianto's breath steams in the air as he rubs his hands together, pledging to remember his gloves tomorrow. Or buy new ones next time it's this cold. He unlocks the front door, enters his code into the hidden keypad, and then switches on the light.
He has a routine in the mornings. Unlock the door, turn on the light, switch on his computer. Take off his coat, type in his log-in password (the computer up here is older and purely Earth tech, so it's slower than the rest of the Hub; it needs time to warm up) and take off his coat while Windows loads. Then lock the computer from prying eyes and head downstairs to make fresh coffee.
It's a comforting habit, but more importantly, it works efficiently. By the time the others come in, the Tourist Office is open for customers, there's coffee for all and Ianto's had a chance to sort through the group inbox and flag anything worth checking.
It's not until his coat is hung up neatly and Ianto reaches for the keyboard that he notices something is... different. He freezes, looking first at his computer screen (hasn't been moved, looks the same) to his keyboard and then across the desk. The desk's surface is still clean and messily organised, the brochures are neatly stacked, the drawers are still closed, but...
Then Ianto sees it. It makes him smile.
It's Jack's mug, wide blue and white stripes, sitting next to the phone. He can see it's full of dark coffee (the way Jack likes it) and when he reaches over to pick it up, it's still hot. Ianto takes a sniff, indulging in the heat against his fingers and the rich smell, and then sips.
He finishes logging into his computer and isn't surprised that the most recent email is from Jack: It looked cold this morning.
Ianto swallows, holding Jack's mug in both hands. He has a routine, but he also knows the others won't be in for at least half an hour. Eventually, he types a reply.
If you're still feeling the chill, I'm sure I can think of a way to warm you up.
He has a routine in the mornings. Unlock the door, turn on the light, switch on his computer. Take off his coat, type in his log-in password (the computer up here is older and purely Earth tech, so it's slower than the rest of the Hub; it needs time to warm up) and take off his coat while Windows loads. Then lock the computer from prying eyes and head downstairs to make fresh coffee.
It's a comforting habit, but more importantly, it works efficiently. By the time the others come in, the Tourist Office is open for customers, there's coffee for all and Ianto's had a chance to sort through the group inbox and flag anything worth checking.
It's not until his coat is hung up neatly and Ianto reaches for the keyboard that he notices something is... different. He freezes, looking first at his computer screen (hasn't been moved, looks the same) to his keyboard and then across the desk. The desk's surface is still clean and messily organised, the brochures are neatly stacked, the drawers are still closed, but...
Then Ianto sees it. It makes him smile.
It's Jack's mug, wide blue and white stripes, sitting next to the phone. He can see it's full of dark coffee (the way Jack likes it) and when he reaches over to pick it up, it's still hot. Ianto takes a sniff, indulging in the heat against his fingers and the rich smell, and then sips.
He finishes logging into his computer and isn't surprised that the most recent email is from Jack: It looked cold this morning.
Ianto swallows, holding Jack's mug in both hands. He has a routine, but he also knows the others won't be in for at least half an hour. Eventually, he types a reply.
If you're still feeling the chill, I'm sure I can think of a way to warm you up.
